A Land to Call Their Own RPG

[Regin Hardhammer]

In a state of panic, Harold watched as his beloved pony Daisy sprinted back toward camp. A ferocious wolf glared at him intently, with a ravenous grin on its gnarled face. The other two beasts, wild and battle-scared, attacked Grandpa Fordo and Kalimac. Although Harold tried to be attentive, the wolves had still managed to ambush them and force them to retreat. He desperately thought of the children and prayed that the wolves had not harmed them yet.

“Get out of my way,” Harold yelled at the wolf, “I’ve got to get to my children.” No beast was going to stop him from saving poor May and Henry. The wolf crouched and prepared to lunge at Harold. Before it could spring, Harold hastily grabbed his scythe, which had fallen to the ground. He lashed out with it at the savage creature. Harold watched the animal recoil, with a look of astonishment that such a little creature could defend itself.

Suddenly, a mighty paw slammed into Harold’s leg. Sharp claws ripped through Harold’s worn pants and grazed his tan skin. He let out a piercing cry as pain hit like lightening and surged through his body. Blood trickled out from the edge of the gash and dripped onto the shady forest floor that was covered in layers of leaves. Harold stumbled, but caught himself before tumbling to the ground, and swung his scythe with even greater force at his attacker. The blade grazed the wolf’s ear, making a small notch, as the wolf sprang back. Harold himself was quite surprised that he had managed to land a blow to the beast. Although he had used his scythe many times before, he had never tried to attack anything with it. The Hobbit was not very proficient with weapons and had no experience with them. If I knew how to fight well, I would be able to beat these wolves and rescue my children.

Harold began to tire of swinging his weapon, and he feared that the wolf would soon close in on him. His strokes grew steadily shorter. He looked about despairingly, searching for any sign of rescue. Kalimac, riding on Staddle, had managed to subdue the wolf attacking him for a moment. He rode towards Harold and hesitated for a moment before offering his hand. Harold grasped Kalimac’s outstretched arm and swung himself onto the pony. Harold felt very relieved, but the wolves moved in on the two Hobbits and resumed their attack.